‘shroom in the woods
A perfect day for a hike at Cape Blanco presented this lovely fungus specimen.
I wasn’t tempted to try it for dinner.
Want is a thing that unfurls unbidden like fungus, opening large upon itself, stopless, filling the sky.
But needs, from one day to the next, are few enough to fit in a bucket, with room enough left to rattle like brittle brush in a dry wind.
― Barbara Kingsolver, High Tide in Tucson: Essays from Now or Never